Previously on Hostages...
Let's do it.
(SCREAMING)
ELLEN: Why are you doing this?
You're going to kill the President of the United States, Ellen.
Otherwise, we will kill your family.
What's going to happen to us?
Beginning tomorrow, you are going to return to your normal lives.
For the next two weeks you will carry on as if nothing is wrong.
We'll be watching you. Listening to you.
Every move you make,
even when we're not with you, we'll be with you.
WOMAN: What's that?
You're going to implant a GPS chip into everyone.
Think of it as an invisible leash.
No one touches Dr. Sanders.
As long as I have your family, you're not going anywhere.
The President was mistakenly given a blood thinner
only hours before his scheduled surgery.
I'm here to find out exactly what happened.
We need to end this investigation tonight.
And how are we supposed to do that?
We give them somebody to blame.
It's about Angela.
REPORTER: The President's nurse apparently committed suicide.
You son of a bitch. You killed her.
- No, you did. - What?
You failed to convince your friend to confess.
Angela's death is on you.
This guy Nico... We sold his weed,
but never paid him because my father found all the money.
Let's stop pretending, Ryan.
We both know you're not the loving husband you pretend to be.
When is Mommy coming home?
Mommy needs to rest, honey. So she can get better.
Everything is gonna back just the way it was.
My partners have a very low tolerance for failure.
Mr. President, the internet's buzzing with rumors about that nurse's suicide.
Conspiracy theories, links to terrorist groups...
No mention of aliens?
Sir, choosing a civilian doctor was supposed to be a public relations win.
It's not. We should cut our losses and get the hell out.
Well, I like Dr. Sanders...
But this whole thing is becoming more complex than I'd hoped.
Quentin, start exploring the best way for us move on.
Without damaging Sanders' reputation. Or mine.
I'll try to make it today, but I don't think I can...
Like I told you, I'm working on a special assignment.
Well, Daddy loves you too, Sawyer. More than anything.
Well, you have fun today at the art fair, okay princess?
Make sure you send me a few pictures.
I'll call you later, okay?
- Hey, better eat your breakfast. - I gotta get ready for school.
- Are you all right? - No.
I can't stop thinking about Angela.
DUNCAN: Come here. We need to talk.
We need to find out which school is having an art fair today.
What? An art fair? Why?
He has a daughter. Her name is Sawyer.
Her school is having an art fair.
I'll try and track it down at work.
Use someone else's computer in case they're tapping.
I'll call you at 11:15.
- Hey. - Hey.
I didn't hear back from you last night. Everything go okay with the nurse?
Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
Duncan?
I'm at the meeting spot. Where are you?
Meeting spot?
You just sent me an urgent message.
I didn't send you a message.
Duncan?
- Who ordered the hit? - Calm down.
It was that bootlicking Chief of Staff, Creasy.
I'll bury that son of a bitch.
Duncan. Stop. You need to stay focused.
Think about your daughter. Your wife.
Remember why we're doing this.
(SIGHING)
You're right. It doesn't matter who gave the order.
It only matters why...
The President must be moving on... Changing surgeons.
- Without Sanders... - The deal's off.
Which makes us all liabilities. You, me, Sanders...
Unless we change the President's mind.
Yes, I'd like to speak to Chief of Staff Quentin Creasy.
Tell him it's Rob Halsey.
Mr. Creasy? I have a Mr. Halsey for you on line two.
Tell him I'm out of the office.
I'm sorry, Mr. Halsey. The Chief of Staff is unavailable.
I thought Carlisle was supposed to be dead.
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- Dr. Sanders. - Agent Hoffman.
- Can I have a word? - Sure.
I know you and Angela were close.
Yeah, I just... I can't believe it. It's horrible.
Until we find a body there's still hope.
Yeah, you're right, I...
Why were you at her house last night?
We were supposed to meet for a drink and she didn't show up to the bar.
I went to her home because I was concerned.
- About what? - About Angela. She was distressed.
We had coffee yesterday and she was just so upset
about everything that's happened with the President.
Especially since she was the nurse administering the medication.
She didn't know whether she'd made a mistake or not.
I told her if she thought she was at fault, she should just admit it.
But she...
What?
She didn't know if she could live with the consequences.
I feel terrible. I should have done more. Been a better friend.
- I just, I had no idea... - Don't blame yourself, Doctor.
Something like this? How could you possibly know?
Let's go! Hurry up, you're gonna be late.
Hey. Did you look in my father's bathroom for the money?
No.
Oh, my God. Nico is gonna kill me.
Give me a break. The guy sells schwag weed to high school kids,
how tough can he be?
- I'm not going to school today. - Sure you are.
Come on. Move it. (GRUNTS)
Have you talked to the boss yet?
- Haven't had a chance. - I don't do charity work.
Yeah, neither do I.
With this kind of risk...
The President? Keeping a family under wraps for two weeks?
- We need to get paid. - I said, I'll take care of it.
Who the hell is this guy, anyway?
His name is Duncan Carlisle. He's a good man.
You keep saying that, but so far I haven't seen any evidence.
I have. 13 years ago I was working security
for a US petrol outfit near the Colombian border.
Got attacked by FARC guerillas. Held for two months.
FBI sent a team to get us out. Duncan was the lead negotiator.
So he negotiated a release?
It was a commando raid.
It got ugly.
Freed all the oil men. Now they're in choppers, ready to go.
When Duncan found out I was being held separately, he came back.
Shot his way in one more time. Saved my life.
Impressive.
But I still need to get paid.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
BOYD: Morgan. Morgan.
What are you doing here?
You wouldn't answer my texts or my calls last night.
I need to talk to you.
You really shouldn't be here, okay? Just go before somebody...
- Boyd, please don't do this right now. - What's going on?
Why are you acting like this?
Is there somebody else?
No, no there's... God, no, there's nobody else.
Then just tell me the truth, because I love you.
I think about you every minute of every day.
- So if there's someone else... - I'm pregnant.
I understand, but, $55 a square foot is a steal.
Comps are at 60.
Oh, okay. All right. No, no, I get it.
If you change your mind, give me a call.
(CAR ALARM BEEPING)
Since you won't take my calls
I had to find another way to get your attention.
What the hell are you doing?
That bullet missed my head by five inches.
What are you talking about?
Bad idea to play dumb with me right now, Quentin.
I'm not in the mood.
I have no idea why you're acting this way.
None. Please, just tell me what happened.
I don't care if you knew, if you gave the order... It doesn't matter.
- All I care about is what happens next. - Next?
We're gonna find a way out of this, you and me,
so you need to do exactly as I say.
If not, my friends will kill you.
And then...
They're gonna kill your beautiful wife.
It's me.
Something's come up.
I think we should reconsider the decision to terminate the operation.
Because I've just learned
that the President is going to remain with Dr. Sanders,
so the original plan is still viable.
Yes, I'm positive.
You're safe. For now.
Good. (GUN COCKING)
That means you're safe, too. For now.
You realize we're both out on a limb here.
I've just lied to some very powerful, very unforgiving people.
If you do as I say, it won't be a lie for long.
(EXHALING)
- I found a great hotel in Miami. - Miami?
For the real estate conference we're going to in a few weeks?
MAN: Hey, Brian?
It's Ellen, she's been trying to reach you.
Oh, yeah, right. I dropped my phone yesterday.
Nightmare. I told her she could reach me through you.
Yeah, sure.
Oh, go ahead. You should take that.
Hey, can I borrow your office for two minutes?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
- Ellen? - What'd you find?
There's an art fair at a private school called Holly Oak in Bethesda.
Okay, good. Holly Oak. What time?
1:30. Why? You're not planning on going?
Well, we need to figure out who this man is.
- They're watching us at all times. - I'll find a way.
- No, Ellen, don't, it's too dangerous. - I gotta go.
Ellen!
This is strictly off the record.
- Can I say unnamed White House source? - Unnamed government source.
There's no negotiation, you understand?
- WAITRESS: Coffee? - No. Thank you.
The President is changing doctors.
His upcoming surgery will take place at Walter Reed Naval Hospital.
That's official?
He's not worried about the political fallout?
He's worried about his health.
After all those sanctimonious speeches about health care reform,
the impeccable quality of our nation's public hospitals?
One glitch and out the door.
- You owe me one, Tom. - Yeah.
- What's your upside on this? - I'm trying to protect the President.
Make sure his decision's in the best interest of the American people.
I'll be seeing you.
(LOCKER CLOSING)
Ellen. Didn't expect to see you, thought you might take some time off.
Especially after Angela. Very sad.
I'd rather stay busy, you know?
- How's your schedule? - Crazy. Five surgeries, back to back.
Good luck.
(BREATHING RAPIDLY)
(KNOCKING)
Do you know where you get your parking validated?
(WHISTLE BLOWING) All right, switch ends.
BRIAN: Pick it up!
Hey. I need the money back.
The cash you found hidden in the equipment locker?
The beer money? Are you kidding me?
It wasn't mine, okay?
- I owe a bunch of kids money. - Well, tough.
- But, Dad... - Everything that's going on right now?
I don't wanna hear another word.
(WHISTLE BLOWING)
All right, let's bring it in.
I'm so excited to see the kids' art!
So what's your name, anyway?
Kramer.
Sandrine.
What's up, Jake?
Where you been, on vacation or something?
Hey, Nico, I'm really, really sorry.
I've been super busy with family stuff.
(LAUGHING) Oh, totally get it. Yeah, family always comes first.
Absolutely.
Unless, of course, you owe somebody money. Then, that person comes first.
Make sense?
- Yeah. Like I said, I'm really sorry. - I need my money, Jake.
I'll have it soon, I promise. It's just...
Someone stole it?
So I'm just gonna need a few more days, if that's okay.
Oh, sure. Totally cool. Take your time. (LAUGHING)
- How long you need? A week? A month? - A week would be awesome.
(LAUGHING) No worries.
What the hell are you doing? He's getting his ass kicked.
Not our problem.
We stay put, you understand?
(JAKE GRUNTING)
- Can I help you? - (GASPING) Oh.
WOMAN: (LAUGHING) I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
(LAUGHING) I'm fine, I...
I was just staring at these class photos, they're so cute!
- Are you a Holly Oak parent? - Uh, no, I'm a Holly Oak aunt.
I'm actually looking for my niece, Sawyer?
Sawyer Carlisle?
- She used to do ballet with my youngest. - Oh, great!
- Have you seen her? - I did, uh, just a moment ago...
There she is. Over there.
I hope you and Sawyer have a terrific day.
Thank you.
Sawyer?
Sawyer, is that you?
Who are you?
My name is Jane.
I'm a friend of your father's.
You've grown so much. I hardly recognized you.
How do you know my dad?
We used to work together.
Jane is a funny name.
Really? When I was growing up, it was considered very boring.
There were five Janes in my class.
It was like having the name Emma today.
But you want to hear the funniest name of anyone I know?
Marsley.
Marsley?
Yeah. It's like "parsley", except with an "M."
That is a funny name.
Is your mother here?
WOMAN OVER P.A.: Attention, everybody. It's time for the main event.
So kids, grab your parents, grandparents or special friends,
and take them to your classrooms to show them what you've done.
- Want to see my art? - Yes. I would love to.
Mr. Sanders!
It's Jake. You gotta come quick!
Hey! Jake!
Jake!
Buddy? Come here.
Oh, my God, look at you.
Too little too late, pops.
Forget lacrosse. Your kid needs boxing lessons.
I mean, he didn't even get one punch in.
He just stood there like a dumbass.
What was he expecting? A kiss?
Well, he got up, didn't he?
Sometimes, that's good enough.
Was that good enough for you?
Excuse me?
You seem to relate to this kid.
That mean you're a preppy, suburban punk
who used to get his ass kicked, too?
Why are you here?
None of your business.
Look, Kramer, you seem like a nice guy.
But this job we're doing here is not the kind of thing nice guys do.
Which one did you draw?
(INHALING DEEPLY)
That is beautiful. You're such a good artist, Sawyer.
Your mother must be so proud.
What's the matter, honey?
Are you sad because your mother isn't here?
Mommy is sick.
Well, I'm sure the doctor is gonna help make her feel better.
How do you know?
Because that's what doctors do, they help sick people get better.
They've been trying, but...
Do you know what's wrong with her?
Is she in the hospital?
Do you know which hospital?
(CRYING)
She's going to be just fine, Sawyer. I promise.
Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you draw me a picture?
Would you do that for me?
Okay. What should I draw?
How about a picture of your family?
- How the hell did this get leaked? - I'll find out.
Son of a bitch.
"The President's self-serving hypocrisy
"is only surpassed by his shameless cowardice."
Unbelievable, sir.
How about if we turn all this nonsense into a victory?
How do you suggest we do that?
We announce that changing doctors or changing hospitals
was never even a consideration,
given my unbreakable faith in the public health care system
and Dr. Ellen Sanders.
I think you're dead on, sir.
That would completely discredit this journalist and his source,
and, most importantly, silence your critics.
Might even make a few new fans. American people do love bravery.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah? - Good news.
The President is livid over the press coverage.
That mean he's sticking with Sanders?
Correct.
When this is over, Duncan, you should consider getting into politics.
You're actually quite good at this.
(ELECTRONIC BEEPING)
Mr. Sanders.
Hi.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize anybody was home.
I was looking for Morgan. My name is Boyd.
I'd like to, um... If I may...
Can I talk to you about your daughter, sir?
(INAUDIBLE)
WOMAN: Hi, can I help you?
Yes, I'm looking for someone.
Morgan and I have been dating for three months.
And I wasn't planning on meeting you like this.
But it's time I introduced myself anyway.
Right. Well.
Nice to meet you.
Sir, I love your daughter.
I dropped out of high school, but I've been working hard
to get my career back on track.
I'm working for a construction company, so...
I can definitely support Morgan
if we were to get more serious at some point.
Look, what I'm trying to say, Mr. Sanders...
Let me stop you there, son. Morgan is in high school.
On her way to college.
So the answer is no. She's too young for marriage.
She's got her whole life in front of her.
- But I love her. - I'm sure you do.
But it's time to move on.
What if I don't?
You got guts, kid.
I respect that.
But stay away from my daughter.
Never come back to this house again.
Understand?
There. All done.
That's amazing.
You really are a terrific artist.
That's your mommy, that's you, and that's your daddy?
Mmm-hmm.
What is that? His heart?
No. That's his badge.
His badge?
My daddy works for the FBI.
Almost done. Be there in a few minutes.
If what I've just heard is true, don't bother coming up at all.
Uh-oh. What did I do now?
I'm not amused, Paul.
Mary, I don't understand, what?
I've just spoken with the White House Physician.
He tells me you're sticking with Dr. Sanders.
Well, she's a terrific surgeon. The more I thought about it,
the more I came to believe this is the right move.
The right move? For your approval rating or your health?
Madam First Lady, it's a bit more complicated than that.
How about we talk about this later on? In private?
How about now?
Now sounds even better, darling. Give us a few moments.
So good to see you, Quentin.
- I... I just... - In five minutes,
you're gonna get a call from the White House
saying the President wants to meet to discuss his upcoming surgery.
He's going to fire you.
Are you sure?
What do I do?
Convince him to change his mind.
More importantly, convince his wife.
The President will be here shortly.
On behalf of the American people, I'd like to thank you.
For what?
For saving the President's life.
If it weren't for you, he might be dead right now.
Thank you. But I was just doing my job.
- Beautiful painting, isn't it? - Hello. It's nice to see you again.
President Garfield. Served only two hundred days.
Second shortest term ever.
Oh, I didn't know that.
I'm not much of an historian, I'm afraid.
He was assassinated. In 1881.
Do you know who he was with on the day he was shot?
President Lincoln's son, Robert.
What are the odds?
You aren't talking about the Garfield-Lincoln thing again, are you?
I find the historical coincidence absolutely fascinating.
Dr. Sanders. Thank you for coming over on such short notice.
- Of course. - Please. Have a seat.
You okay, buddy?
Just tell me what happened. How did it start?
I don't want to talk about it.
Jake.
It's just some kid. Okay? It doesn't matter.
Well, fights don't happen out of nowhere.
Was it something you said? Over a girl?
No.
It was over money.
The beer money?
Yes! I needed that money. That's what I was trying to tell you!
Jake, Jake. I'm sorry. Jake!
You got a minute?
What's the deal with this guy Kramer?
He's someone I trust. Someone we can count on.
He's an amateur. He'll crack under pressure.
He'll do a good job.
I have nothing but respect for you, Dr. Sanders,
not only for your skill as a surgeon,
but also for the way you have conducted yourself
throughout this entire circus.
However, in light of recent events,
I have decided to switch to a surgeon at Walter Reed Naval Hospital.
It would be best if this announcement came from you.
We'll arrange a press conference
and you will announce that this is your decision.
That you believe it's in the best interest of your patient,
and the hospital, to make this move.
Of course, Mr. President.
If that's what you think is best.
But you are making a mistake.
The reason you want to change doctors
is the exact reason you should remain with me.
I caught the error that could have killed you.
I've never lost a patient in surgery. Ever.
And I don't intend to.
I don't know much about politics, Mr. President.
Or art, Madam First Lady.
But I do know medicine.
What I'm saying is,
I am the best thoracic surgeon you're going to find.
If this were my husband's life, I would want a surgeon
who has the confidence in her abilities
to say to the most powerful man in the world
that he'd be a fool to choose someone else.
Your girl delivered.
Kincaid is staying put.
- So we're back on track? - Yes.
We're back on track.
I want you to know, it was not my idea to take you out.
That order came from someone else
higher up the chain. I didn't even know about it.
You believe me?
No.
Not for a second.
Why do you have to be such a jerk?
What did you just say?
Okay, look, I know why you told him to stay away,
but you didn't have to treat him like dirt, you know.
What the hell are you talking about?
- Boyd. - Who's Boyd?
Really?
Oh, my God.
Thanks for going by the school today.
Was she happy to see her favorite uncle?
Yeah, she was good. She was happy, she was smiling.
KRAMER: Kid can draw.
Takes after her mom, no doubt.
Oh, Jake... Are you okay?
Oh, let me look at you.
Sweetheart.
(SIGHING)
NICO: Can I help you, brother?
Hey, yeah, hope so. I was hoping to buy some weed.
Weed? Why you think we have any weed?
A friend told me to check you out.
He said you got the good stuff.
Are you a cop?
No.
What's your friend's name?
Oh, it's uh, Jake.
(GRUNTS)
You want some? Huh?
Well, it's not really your problem, is it?
(GROANING LOUDLY)
Aah! Stop! Stop!
Stop, stop.
(COUGHING)
You stay away from Jake. You understand?
He works for me now.
(DOOR OPENING)
ELLEN: Oh, Brian. (BREATHING HEAVILY)
I can't take much more of this.
I met his daughter.
Did you find out who he is?
His name is Carlisle. He's an FBI Agent.
What?
She drew a picture of his badge.
I can't believe you even went there.
How'd you get out of the hospital?
Aren't they watching you?
I slipped away. Made them think I was in surgery.
Can you do it again?
I think so. Why?
'Cause, um...
Because, uh... (BREATHING QUICKLY)
We're going to escape.
- What? - Yeah.
I mean, you think he's really going to let us go when this is over?
You do everything he wants, he's still going to kill us.
We can do this. We can get away. But we just have to do it soon.
They can't watch everybody, all the time. They're not perfect, right?
But how do we... It's not that simple to just run away.
I'll stay behind, I'll act as a decoy.
No. I'm not leaving you here.
- Listen to me. Ellen. - It's dangerous, forget it.
I won't do it.
You know I love you, right?
Of course.
I'm having an affair.
With Samantha.
(SIGHING DEEPLY)
Samantha? The woman you work with?
Look...
Why are you telling me this?
Because I want to do the right thing. For you and for the kids.
Please. Ellen.
Let me do this.
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